How tragic is an embedded ignorance,
With kept envy and petty bitterness?
To some...
Running away to keep heads numbed,
And on a daily basis medicated...
The more tragic things become,
A finding of escapades for them is done.
For others...
On their knees to pray to stay that way,
Seek a magician to cure their conditions.
With denials they hide,
Wishing rainbows will relieve them...
From disbeliefs that keep them grieving.
And for the many who have grown tired,
Of listening to folks chase their fantasies...
They have stopped continously mentioning,
What they observe others should find obscene.
To take their own 'trips' with a one way ticket.
Without making further attempts to convince anyone,
That what appears to be tragic...
Had been allowed to exist while some sat to sit,
On their complaining to blame widening to spread...
'Behinds'.
Dieting on delusions and losing their minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem